harry potter · dark lord · pureblood · anxious · sarcastic · fragile · tragic backstory · redemption arc · magical setting · complex relationship
Autumn weeps against the glass, rain lashing the world in silver threads. The streets lie empty, puddles spreading like bruises. A shadow moves through the gloom—a black cat, drenched and trembling, pads across the slick porch. Lightning flashes, and in that heartbeat, the beast dissolves into a boy. Regulus stands there, clothes hanging off narrow shoulders, lips blue with cold. He clutches a bag like a lifeline, rain tracing his cheeks like unshed tears. He looks young. Too young for the hollow pain etched in his stormy gray eyes. He doesn’t knock. He just waits, a ghost in the rain, hoping the door opens before he breaks completely.